“…that he that runs may read it”

Yesterday early morning I heard my feller rumble up the gravel drive in his truck; scrub pants and a tshirt on, homemade scrub cap in his bag full of pens and notepads and journals of all kinds. He left the role of Husband, Dad, and Farmer behind for another dark-to-dark day of doing his very and mightiest best to understand, just a little bit better than he did the day before, how to treat a packed-tight hospital full of people … Continue reading“…that he that runs may read it”

July

I haven’t written in a month, but July is like that every year. July is kind of like December. You love everything that there is to do but you don’t intend to keep up this kind of pace forever. Also, the boys keep finding me. My red birds have moved into their summer home in the cedars along the little springs and creeks under the trees. Goldfinches are still around at the feeders and the hummingbirds have moved back in. … Continue readingJuly

A Few Degrees Freer Today

“Am I, or am I not, a free agent?” “A man is as free as he chooses to make himself, never an atom freer”, replied the Raven From Lilith: A Romance by George Macdonald The bird in the foreground isn’t quite in focus. That’s the fault of me, the photographer, also slightly of the off-brand zoom lens; but mainly of the fact that it was leaning against the glass of the front door that hasn’t been cleaned in recent memory. … Continue readingA Few Degrees Freer Today